Coming to Accra for the first year of my housemanship was a decision I took based mainly on a quest to explore. Having attended Opoku Ware School and KNUST, both in Kumasi and having heard quite a lot about Accra, I felt it was time to see the world some more. I remember quite vividly the events of the first few days. Having arrived on Sunday and needing to report the next day to a hospital I had only heard of but never seen, I decided to go with my uncle. We left at around 7am which I thought though was not very early, owing to my second hand knowledge of the traffic situation in Accra, would still see us getting to 37 Military hospital by 8 or a little after. Imagine my shock and disbelief when I eventually reached at around 9am! Thenceforth, I made the journey on my own at a much earlier time. In fact, the most distressing aspect of my stay in Accra was the traffic situation. The hours spent in traffic were almost always wasted. These times were spent in anxiety, listening to Joy or Citi FM, or browsing on facebook or chatting on whatsapp- time spent on very few productive activities. Maybe if I were a tech geek, I could have developed an App during those periods. The cost of living was also a source of concern, borne mostly out of cost of traffic. Working in 37 Military Hospital had its ups and downs. Obviously I can’t write about downs, firstly because I can’t afford a showdown with the Military and secondly I may end up working there in future. Like Doe Adjaho said recently, you shouldn’t run down an institution you may end up working with again. I made many friends. Some lost their relatives but were not lost as friends. Some have taught me lessons in life that should ever bide with me. Some of my favourite pals were made outside of work. Lemme explain. Having arrived in Accra single, and having had a long stated aim of marrying early, I set my scouts on the prowl for potential prey. One such friend who was a roommate in both 2nd and 3rd years, who had a proven track record of making relevant suggestions based on my tastes, told me how he had someone to suggest. Having whet my appetite (for marriage), I hastely enquired when I could meet her after seeing pics and been given a profile. I will not share any here for fear of whetting the appetite of someone like me many months ago. To the greatest scout of all times - abdul wahab, I pray you get married soon too. (i hope another scout in kumasi doesnt see this) Before I left for that meeting, I remember telling my colleagues I was going to meet my potential wife (couldn’t be discreet about it). However she had no clue what the real purpose of the meeting was going to be. Unbeknownst to her, she was coming to meet her hubby to be. When conversation ensued, our common interests were revealed. She is a fashion accessory guru, and I dealt in such stuff too. In her mind, she had met a potential customer, which I indeed became, but remained the foremost! Fast forward, we got officially married on the 26th June and this has been the highest point of my stay in Accra. I also met the prolific internet dawah-conscious pal, Sheryf Jannah Focus and a more internet-shy, yet still dawah-conscious Ajay Al-Ghaani These people have been great reminders of what we can achieve if we synergise conviction and effort. Because this piece is intended to be short, I will not be able to mention every name. To my colleagues who sorted me out in times of need, to those who made me laugh, to those who taught me lessons, you made those stressful months’ experiences worth reliving. If again anything comes up in the future, I will come back for a part 2, part 3, part 4, etc. I am a Kumasi trained Doctor afterall, and will not mind following in the footsteps of Kumawood productions. (lol, if you understand)
Posted on: Sun, 05 Oct 2014 09:55:23 +0000
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